pills
The doctor told me I need a pill, to help counteract the way that I feel, but it's not for good ,this can't be reAl . I hate my rage it's a monster inside me , people just run they don't even like me . I'm sorry I'm mad but I'm on so many meds,their killing me slowly ,I'll end up dead. They don't work I'm still crying, I put it on my life ,I'm definitely trying. Here take this pill it will help your mood, you'll gain weight but not from food Your bones weaken your heart is confused, my body has been beaten and I feel so abused I just want to be who I am, but I can't control it it's out of my hands. To many meds not enough plans. years and years and I'm still the same, in losing it slowly and pills are to blame. How do I know if I were without them, would I still be the same
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